M.anifest - No Long Talk lyrics

Yes that’s my son
And indeed he’s taken to music
And I’m very proud of that because I wish
I had those kinds of creative skills
The lyrics are tremendous

Yeah
Allow me to recap, what has happened thus far
Mama I'm a rap star, I got Allahu akbars
My ambition and drive is a luxury ride
Your own be konko car
You taking shots? Bongo bar
I dey fit to shock but trolling is mandatory
How am I the laughing stock
Who’s taking inventory? But I never worry
‘Cause it's been some years since I been
Here and no one in my category
Let’s not prolong I’ve been a pro for so long
Legacy a snitch and I feel
Like I’ve been told on tally up the total
Immaculate are these vocals
I’m accurate when I’m vocal I
Turn the local global
Interesting, I’m not suggesting that
I’m never resting i’ll sleep when I’m dead
Alive and I’m manifesting
A scribe when I inscribe I
Come alive on IG Live
You know me, low key, move clandestine
5G to a two plus still rep my hood no dey
Talk about the Ku Klux
You gon' get this work
Remix yeah the new Lux
We lost our compass but they
Still couldn’t rule us
The lockdown has put a padlock
On any new love but by early May, Ella Mai
I might be boo’d up
Nip tuck go operation on any sick pup
By June diɛ all wanna fears go be zipped up
Even off the top they cannot top us
Don’t compare me to
Wave-hoppers and name-droppers
Search through the rubble the
Game needs a remodel
Dem no be rappers dem be IG model
The game is a brothel, everybody want chop
In other words there’s always somebody
In it that’s getting fucked eh he he
In other words there’s always
Somebody that's getting
From twists to locks now I’m
Back to the baldie crown Prince of Saudi my
Kingdom can’t ignore me
My voice on many beats
Having beautiful orgies
For your viewing pleasure i’ll gladly
Give you floor seats
Road kinda rough ɛbɛ weaki wo shocks
Till you binge on remorse
Thoughts blacker than The Moors
And a rolling stone gathers no Randy Moss
And my name hall of fame my account offshore
For sure my GPS dey trip so I detour
When I come competition split like a divorce
I gave you all of me, you still need more?
Ebei ok now I’ll swim
Vertical like a seahorse
In the belly of the beast with my nice claws
I hit em up Machiavelli with my outlaws
If you think my story self-righteous
Okay my guy, you be guy, you can write yours
And of course Ghana we dey
Everybody dig for gold, economy galamsey
Not literally per say
And the bias does appear
Just because we no dey talk no
Dey mean we no dey hear
They want to undermine me on their talk shows
A bunch of swines so I guess
This is a pork show
No more Mr Nice Guy chale the door closed
Stay with me
The beat filthy like a whore’s clothes
All semen
It's seeming I got a tongue of a seaman
So many bars I stand behind on remand
High in demand
Ɔmo nhuu rapper ɔyɛ dapper ah otimi bɔ band
If it’s truth then e no be rosh
I just chock with some cognac or
Maybe scotch on the rocks
How these sheep consider themselves a fox
Keep their face in pussy so much
Can't think out of the box